Lyrics Argonaut - Qari

Octagon
Armstrong I got eight arms
Forklift
Stick the shift til the kick start
Field nigga, carry niggas in a rickshaw
Drip sauce, billions served, we don't need charts
These arts? Hidden craft for the greed
Cause they need that
ACDC with the feedback
El Hajj Malik el Shabazz recap
Til we rocking Rolex with the icecaps
Get high, see Gods, then we right back
Red octagons from the purple pop
Young Carl, argonaut

Qari get the money like curls
I don't gotta flex
Hear it in my dialect
Higher than a fighter jet
Niggas really spiders
Only see em on the web
On the internet
Spittin out bones
It's attack of the clones
I'm aiming at drones
And camera phones
I don't gotta flex
Tentecles with poisonous ink
Feeling Timberlake
All of my niggas in sync
The idea not as big as you think it is
I'm feeling Xavier, keep my eye on the Pheonix
Tell my Ex I'm a genius
She let me rinse and repeat it
I'm trying to tap into sum'